“You would know that how? You have never cooked anything edible in your life. Do you remember how many times my mom tried to teach you? Do you remember the brownies you made, Sophs?” Arrick chews, pauses, and swallows without trying to look alarmed or react in any way. A serious look in those pretty eyes, and I smirk at the recollection of probably the worst brownies ever to come out of an oven, like ever.

“You didn’t look like that when you ate my brownies. Did that hurt going ...